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Facing Wei Dong's calm demeanor, which resembled a still ancient well, Xiong Wen'an felt a growing tension within him, like a flood on the verge of overflowing. Sweat dripped steadily from his forehead, blurring his vision and stinging his eyes. Despite this, he dared not make a single move, pouring all his magical energy into his spells in an attempt to maintain his fighting stance.
He was acutely aware that Wei Dong had yet to unleash his full power, which sparked an unprecedented fear deep within him. He could not comprehend how this seemingly inconspicuous fat man, an ordinary person who appeared to have failed multiple times in life, could exhibit such astonishing magical prowess and control. Each time Wei Dong calmly countered his attacks, it felt like a silent mockery of his incompetence; every exchange of glances made Xiong Wen'an feel as if his own strength was being invisibly nullified.
For Xiong Wen'an, this confrontation had transformed from a mere contest of magical power into a profound test of his own abilities. Confronted with Wei Dong's composure and overwhelming magic, a question surged within him: what allowed this seemingly ordinary opponent to possess such unfathomable strength? In that moment, he felt both an unprecedented challenge and a deep sense of helplessness and panic.
Amidst the blinding combat light, Xiong Wen'an sensed his magic crashing against every corner of his heart like a flood but failing to shake Wei Dong's seemingly simple yet mountain-like stability. This contrast not only stirred up a tempest within him but also ignited a forgotten panic that rolled through him like uncontrollable wildfire. Just as this fear threatened to overwhelm him, Xiong Wen'an's heart let out a roar—a roar echoing the call of his ancestors, those kings who once dominated the skies.
He reminded himself that he was a descendant of the Birdman Gang, a direct lineage of the noble race that once soared above the clouds on Rune Continent. His purpose in this world was not merely for survival or fleeting victory; it was to restore the glory of his people and prove that even after suffering the devastation of the H1N1 virus, they had not only survived but would rise again with even greater strength.
This self-reminder opened new channels for his magic; it transformed from aimless torrents into a powerful current marked by the seal of kingship. With each heartbeat, he awakened the dormant royal power within him. This battle was not just a challenge; it was an opportunity—to demonstrate to the world that the descendants of the Birdman Gang had not perished and that their strength could shake the very foundations of existence. Every clash of magic and release of energy was a declaration to his ancestors and future kin that their bloodline would never be forgotten.
Thus, new flames gradually ignited in Xiong Wen'an's eyes—a light representing the rekindling of belief. Even in the face of Wei Dong's seemingly invincible power, he held onto one conviction: victory—for the past glory of the Birdman Gang and for their future resurgence.
In the Assembly Hall, the atmosphere thickened with electric tension. Xiong Wen'an provocatively growled at Wei Dong, "Ah! You brave fat man!" His voice echoed through the hall, making the air feel almost solid.
In response, Wei Dong merely curled his lips into a slight smile, responding nonchalantly, "Just kidding... I'm super brave!" His tone was relaxed yet confident, causing those present to feel a jolt of energy. However, in that lighthearted moment, Wei Dong suddenly shifted his demeanor; his gaze sharpened as he widened his eyes filled with unparalleled strength and determination. He bellowed, "But you've had enough fun!"
With Wei Dong's roar came an immense surge of magical energy shooting from his palms, forming an invisible wave of power. This energy surged forth like a wild beast directly toward the hall's glass windows, shattering them instantly with a deafening crash and scattering shards everywhere. The forceful gust even sent other objects in the hall flying, allowing everyone present to feel the terrifying might.
Moreover, the ceiling could not withstand this magical vibration; it began to shake violently as large decorations and plaster boards fell like rain from above. The booming noise and swirling dust turned the scene chaotic and perilous. Wei Dong's unleashed magic was not only a response to Xiong Wen'an but also showcased to everyone present just how formidable he truly was.
As Wei Dong released that massive wave of magic, an invisible pressure filled the entire Assembly Hall. Under this overwhelming energy fluctuation, Yanyan felt particularly affected. Her face turned pale as intense discomfort surged within her; she could not suppress her urge to vomit. The powerful magical shock nearly incapacitated her as she instinctively stumbled backward.
Yanyan's condition was dire; she felt her stomach churning violently, as if all her internal organs were being battered by the pressure of this magical force. The air around her seemed to be sucked away by this power, making it difficult for her to breathe. She could only vomit repeatedly, trying to alleviate the indescribable pain.
Not far from Yanyan, the soldiers who had been tense and on edge were also unable to escape the influence of this magic. Some of the weaker ones, or those who could not quickly adapt to the intense vibrations, began to collapse one after another. Some even struggled on the ground, attempting to support their bodies, their faces contorted in expressions that revealed they were enduring immense suffering.
The entire scene was filled with chaos and unease, and Yanyan's state drew the attention of everyone present. Many of them, despite their great strength, were experiencing the terror and direct impact of Wei Dong's magic for the first time. In that moment, the battlefield was not just a physical clash but an ultimate test of will and endurance.
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